Suddenly my Bible is the most precious item I own. To me, it is more precious than gold.
Yet I must keep it well hidden, well out of sight: if the police or the Non-Believers find it, I will surely be arrested and thrown into jail for going against New World policy. Or I will be severely beaten, not to mention, punished.
Things continue to spin out of control. My Bible and my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ are the only two things that keep me going. I try to listen to the new leader, but I see that he is clearly lying and I feel uncleaned, unworthy, tainted.
It is getting more and more dangerous to venture outside. The only two places I go to are to and from my home or to school. I wear a school uniform, as issued by the leader; no religious symbols or shirts are allowed. Anybody caught with them will be expelled permanently and dealt with in a sure, but swift, manner.
I have already heard reports of people being killed, attacked, or shot for expressing their views about Jesus Christ. It makes me even more afraid to open my mouth because I would be one to speak out against the ongoing injustice that has taken hold of our country.
Yet my life isn't worth the risk: I would much rather follow the orders of the Holy Spirit residing in me than the fabricated, man-made rubbish that the leader of our country keeps spouting from his evil mouth.
If that isn't bad enough, my best friend has broken our relationship: he has told me he is gay. He has been gay for as long as he could remember. I am heartsick at the news. All this time, Gabe was living a lie. He acted like he believed in Christ: that is, he attended church, sang in the chior, and read his Bible (before things got hairy), and he even had a girlfriend. Maybe he was just pretending, just so I wouldn't get mad, but then yesterday, after he broke the news to me, I caught him holding hands with another boy in gym class.
That was when he told me he was gay.
At the news, I cried. I then raged at him and threatened to beat him with everything I had, but the principal stopped me before I could throw the first punch. I then had to spend part of the day in the principal's office, trying to defend myself and explain why I acted the way I did.
It was nothing short of humiliating.
Now my parents are mad at me and I am grounded. Which is fine; that way, I don't have to put up with the stuff that's going on outside my door.
I heard on the news this afternoon that the Non-Believers appointed by the new President are sending out the police to Believer's homes, where they are having search warrents for their arrests if anything pertaining to Jesus Christ, God, or religion in general is found. If anything is found, then the Believers are at risk of being shot, arrested, beaten, or worse.
That is why I have hidden my Bible in such a way that nobody knows where it is excepting for me.
If this doesn't drive God to come down and wreak His revenge on this Earth, then I don't know what will. All I can say is this, over and over in my spirit: "Come, Lord Jesus. You CAN'T come soon enough!"
~To be continued.~